Dogma, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2013-02-06 03:16:20 UTC
I have a God.
Who keeps obssessing me for his existence.
And only him always put me on the court.
With his supreme ultimancy divines.
Repeating challenge my soul and body.
How he gave a life of me,
At the dawn of 21.
The affinities pass by to remeberence.
My lucks, My odds, My even earns, and the no mercy.
If i still believe the fun from his strong arms.
Beholding each part of me together to be like him.
But no way..
I am George Chow.
The one urge for the Sun, rain, and breath.
With my soul in me.

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